Fic - Derevaun Seraun
Title: Derevaun Seraun
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jaemin
The end of pleasure...
The industry takes everything. All you have left to hold onto is the little piece of your soul that you can't sell - a part you are not even familiar with. Everything else is covered in concealer and masked in limelight. The only real part of you left is that little piece of your soul.
You look for love - thinking you can tempt the gods with your little love, make them make an exception for you. To make them make it alright to live - like this - and love. You think you can tempt them with your sweet little love. And when that doesn't work you tempt them with a darker love. The love that makes you bruise his hips on moonless nights. The same love that makes Changmin dig into and cut the skin on your back.
//
He can hold his alcohol longer than he can hold you. As if your touch burns him and reminds him of the devil inside him. And each kiss keeps a secret he doesn't want to tell you. Your lips of sin scorch his soul and he cries when you kiss. He cries.
At times, after you're both panting from a good laugh, his hand rests on your thigh without him knowing. The sounds of his laughter ironically remind you of the sounds of his cries. Cut, imperfect sounds leave his mouth, and you find yourself relieved. It's the most pleasing thing to your ears, and you don't think you ever want him to stop.
That's when Jaejoong sounds most beautiful.
You wonder why laughing always sounds so close to crying.
...is pain.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jaemin
The end of pleasure...
The industry takes everything. All you have left to hold onto is the little piece of your soul that you can't sell - a part you are not even familiar with. Everything else is covered in concealer and masked in limelight. The only real part of you left is that little piece of your soul.
You look for love - thinking you can tempt the gods with your little love, make them make an exception for you. To make them make it alright to live - like this - and love. You think you can tempt them with your sweet little love. And when that doesn't work you tempt them with a darker love. The love that makes you bruise his hips on moonless nights. The same love that makes Changmin dig into and cut the skin on your back.
//
He can hold his alcohol longer than he can hold you. As if your touch burns him and reminds him of the devil inside him. And each kiss keeps a secret he doesn't want to tell you. Your lips of sin scorch his soul and he cries when you kiss. He cries.
At times, after you're both panting from a good laugh, his hand rests on your thigh without him knowing. The sounds of his laughter ironically remind you of the sounds of his cries. Cut, imperfect sounds leave his mouth, and you find yourself relieved. It's the most pleasing thing to your ears, and you don't think you ever want him to stop.
That's when Jaejoong sounds most beautiful.
You wonder why laughing always sounds so close to crying.
...is pain.